Blooming in the Junction|From the Suburbs|My Quiet Slice of Guelph

I was hunched over the kitchen table, three sheets of paper spread out, coffee gone cold, and my kid toddling between my knees on the cold linoleum. The quotes…

I was sitting at the kitchen table with three quotes spread like bad news across the laminate. One said forty thousand, another said one hundred and ten, and t…

I was standing at the kitchen table with three quotes spread out like evidence, coffee going cold, watching the dust motes from yesterday's demo sunbathe on th…

I was sitting at the kitchen table with three quotes spread out like bad trading cards, coffee gone cold, watching the neighbour's dog sniff around the bin. Th…

I was hunched over the kitchen table at 7:12 a.m., coffee gone cold, staring at three quotes that might as well have been in different languages. One said $40,…

I was on my hands and knees at 6:30 am, taping the last sheet of rosin paper to the kitchen floor while the neighbour's truck idled on the street and the contr…

I was hunched over the kitchen table, coffee gone cold, three contractor quotes spread out like a bad poker hand. One said forty grand. One said one hundred an…

I was sitting at the kitchen table, three contractor quotes spread out like a sad little fan, and my kid was hammering a plastic truck on the original 1990s co…